I dreamt of C. That he was the father of my children and it was time to tell them the truth.
So, let me try to explain what happened yesterday, after arriving in Granada. 1,234 more words
Like a defiant, self-absorbed bad boy who refuses to follow the rules, Madrid has always seemed to be wrapped up in a sort of Bacchian narcissism that’s not entirely interested in you unless you go where he wants to go and do what he wants to do. 1,490 more words